Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-03-08
CRAKD.iUIT GlGRlHAY.

"To my Grand-aunt Garraway 5 :
said Phoebe, bursting into tears up
in the Catskills. where one never hears
ANYTHING but tree-toads and whip-poor-
wills. and the grass grows in the mid
die OF the road, and there isn't wagon
goes past, unless you count the hay
carts and the daily stagep
"Horriblel" said Miss PARKS, the
"Td as soon be buried alivep sobbed
Phoebe.
II never heard of anything so cruel
in all my life" said Jemima, the maid.
of. all-work.s mot even in the last
number of 'Ferdinetta the Forsaken,
where the poor heroine IS forbidden
to-"
eDo hold your tongue, Jemima, and
get about your work." said Phoebe,
sharply. "Who asked you to interfere?
Mamma will be very angry when she
comes in and finds the parlors not done
up"
And Jemima skunk away rather dis
comfted. :,
al am sure 'Ferdinetta the Forsaken'
never would have spoken to apoor help
that way" thought she with sniff.
Miss Phoebe can't be real heroine !"
While Miss Parks remained to con-
scle pretty Phoebe Tacson as she help ed
to pack the trunks which were to be sent
to Grand aunt Garraways by express.
"And Pm not even to be allowed to
bid him good by" walled the forlorn
Young damsel. ooh, l don't sec how
mamma can be so hard heartfelt
as he very handsome said Miss
Parks, whose life had not known many
love affai,s.
Exactly like Troubadour!" said
Phoebe, enthusiastically.
"Dear, dear f? said Miss Parks, with
4 vague idea of black velvet, a guitar
and white satin sleeve Innings.
with melancholy eyes, and NOUS
tache as black as ink" said Phoebe.
"Oh, don't put my collars in the same
tray with the French heeled boots,
pleased"
"And what is his business ?" said Miss
Parks.
"He is here on private embassy fol-
the Russian government" said Phoebe
proudly. "But that's just what nam
ma won't believe. He says he cannot
divulee his identity without betrayine
his trust. As soon as his mission il
over, he says he will produce the most
satisfactory explanations; but mammf
actually believes him to be an impos
tori"
"Oh, dear !" said Miss Parks.
"You soc, mamma isn't physiogno
mist" said Phoebe, cor she would reat
truth plainly inscribed upon his nobi
! brow. The checked summer silks next
Miss Parks, though / don't know wha
use checked summer silks will be to M
ut Grandaunt Garraways."
"But you can write to him every day
| dear" soothed Miss Parks.
"They will intercept the letters,
sighed Phoebe.
"Never mind" said Miss Parks, fold
ing up an India fourlard polonaise
'the torch OF love will burn all tn
brighter for few brief dissertations.
| "What DEAR comfol ting creatur
Won are" said Phoebe, STOPPING to kis
Miss Parks knobby forehead.
| II, too, have passed through the fer.
ordeal" sighed Miss Parks, returnin,
the caress, as she packed cologne bot
tie and q travelling ink stand into tn
| muf1ling folds of red Shetland shaw
So Phoebe was sent to Grandeur
Garraway's, ct the foot of High Peak, t
get her out of the way of Mr.. Middleto
| De Motto.
She was little disappointed that tn
snug Queen Anne cottage was not NOR
| dungeon like, and that the solitar
mountain path turned out to be well
| travelled turnpike. She had made Il
her mind to thorough martyrdom; an
| Mrs. Garraway, instead of being hool
nosed old crone, with gold heade
| cane and temper, was cheerful oil
lady, whose cheeks were tinted wit
fresh bloom, like winter apple, an
who wore black silk dress with lac
ruflies.
The parlor floor was covered with
real Turkey rug; there was a cabinet
old china in the corner; little maid
white cap waited at the table; an
Grandaunt Garraway's jewel ease was
marvel to behold.
The old lady had travelled in Europ
read all the newest books, and drove
little basket phaton with fat, dapple
| pony, and, to Phmbe's surprise, she WI
eminently sympathetic.
Dear aunty," SAID the girl, "I eve
daeamed you were as nice as thisl"
well, my dear" said Grandeur
Garrrway, Il have been young mysel
and don't believe in putting too niue
constraint upon the heart"-(hel
Phoebe jumped up and kissed herr
$50, when l got your mothers letter,
thought the whole matter over. If yo
really believe you can't live withol
this young man"
Darling aunty" faltered Ph9b
"mny tell you secret?"
"Confide entirely in me, my child
said Grandaunt Garraway, patting h,
cheek.
well, then, he met me under ii
apple tree last night, confessed Ph9b
"by tho light of the moon"
You've written to him then ?" sa
Grandaunt Garraway, with shrev
twinkle in her hazel eyes.
Yves" owned Phoebe. 81 to
him it was unlike anything that I hi
anticipated. 1 described your pref
furniture and choice china, and the Sc
i'll silver tea service, with the Garraw:
monogram on it, and your set of am